She was cuter th[Am]an a speckled pup just turned 21.[Dm]
[Em]She had a lot of fun playing with my [Am]gun.
[Am]Just before the sun come up she couldn't take no [Dm]more.
[Em]She came undone crying crawling for the [Am]door.
[Am]And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted [Dm]anymore.
[Em]And the only friends that's left is them behind them swinging [Am]doors.
[Am]And it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the [Dm]floor.
[Em]And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted [Am]anymore.
[Am]Record people nowdays get too far off the [Dm]ground.
[Em]Songs 'bout the backroads they never have been [Am]down.
[Am]They go and call it country, but that ain't the way it [Dm]sounds.
[Em]It's enough to make a renegade want to terrorize the [Am]town.
[Am]And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted [Dm]anymore.
[Em]And the only friends that's left is them behind them swinging [Am]doors.
[Am]And it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the [Dm]floor.
[Em]And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted [Am]anymore.
INTERLUDE: Am, Dm, Em, Am
[Am]White lightning is the horse I ride pedal to the [Dm]floor.
[Em]He blows fire from his nostrils and runs like Man-O-[Am]War.
[Am]Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard on the [Dm]side.
[Em]Until that day you bet your ass we're gonna win that [Am]ride.
[Am]And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted [Dm]anymore.
[Em]And the only friends that's left is them behind them swinging [Am]doors.
[Am]And it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the [Dm]floor.
[Em]And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted [Am]anymore.
[Em]And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted [Am]anymore.
[Em]She had a lot of fun playing with my [Am]gun.
[Am]Just before the sun come up she couldn't take no [Dm]more.
[Em]She came undone crying crawling for the [Am]door.
[Am]And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted [Dm]anymore.
[Em]And the only friends that's left is them behind them swinging [Am]doors.
[Am]And it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the [Dm]floor.
[Em]And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted [Am]anymore.
[Am]Record people nowdays get too far off the [Dm]ground.
[Em]Songs 'bout the backroads they never have been [Am]down.
[Am]They go and call it country, but that ain't the way it [Dm]sounds.
[Em]It's enough to make a renegade want to terrorize the [Am]town.
[Am]And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted [Dm]anymore.
[Em]And the only friends that's left is them behind them swinging [Am]doors.
[Am]And it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the [Dm]floor.
[Em]And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted [Am]anymore.
INTERLUDE: Am, Dm, Em, Am
[Am]White lightning is the horse I ride pedal to the [Dm]floor.
[Em]He blows fire from his nostrils and runs like Man-O-[Am]War.
[Am]Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard on the [Dm]side.
[Em]Until that day you bet your ass we're gonna win that [Am]ride.
[Am]And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted [Dm]anymore.
[Em]And the only friends that's left is them behind them swinging [Am]doors.
[Am]And it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the [Dm]floor.
[Em]And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted [Am]anymore.
[Em]And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted [Am]anymore.
